"Enough-"

An old voice sounded behind the doctor, and the old man Pan Delong made a hoarse voice, interrupting the boring quarrel between the two sides.

It is obvious that he is the real person in charge. Once the order is issued, the doctor was unwilling to accept it, but he did not retort, which made Huai Shi take advantage.

The old man looked up and looked at their appearance indifferently. Finally, his eyes fell on Huai Shi and nodded: "It seems that this is the new classical music teacher of the Ivory Tower, right? He is worthy of being a former S-level operator of the Astronomical Society..."

"So, thank you now."

Huai Shi added: "You forgot the titles of disaster musician, Abyss Kitchen Demon, Legend Investigator and Paradise Prince, and the nickname of Jinling's Dead King. Remember to introduce the entire article when introducing others in the future."

As he said that, he took out a golden document from his pocket: "Now, I suspect that you are a premeditated and organized terrorist attack on the governing bureau. Please immediately squat down with your hands in place and cooperate with the review and judgment of the Astronomical Society, otherwise I have the right to kill you on the spot-on-"

In Huai Shi's hand, a heavy revolver was spinning flexibly at his fingertips, and the pitch-black muzzle swept through each opponent.

Killing intentions are triggered but not triggered.

"I have heard of the name of the judge."

The old man shook his head indifferently: "However, Mr. Huai Shi would not think that we would surrender after the name of the Astronomical Society, right? Besides, I am also the inspector of the South American branch of the bureau... Are you going to scare me with a black letter?"

"There is no need for a black letter, this is enough."

Huai Shi raised his gun and pointed it at his old face: "Don't let me repeat it, hold my head with both hands and squat down, now, immediately, immediately-"

The answer to Huai Shi is a diamond that rotates flexibly at Pan Delong's fingertips.

It's as big as a fist.

A large amount of tyrannical source is bound in it, and the blazing light and thunder can be seen vaguely. The equivalent that is enough to burn the entire train to death.

"Are you sure you want me to let go?" Pan Delong took a step forward and asked mockingly: "I think it's nothing wrong with everyone dying together. Anyway, I'm in my 80s and I'm still a good job. But it's a pity that there are so many students in the car."

"Then you let go."

Not only did Huai Shi's heart not have any fluctuations, but instead showed Brother Wushou's iconic expression: "Let me show it, bet if you die or I die today."

"Okay, Huaishi."

Andrea finally made a voice: "Let them go."

In silence, Huai Shi stared at the old man's eyes indifferently. After a long time, Zhan Yan smiled and took back his pistol: "Just, why are the old man so nervous? Who doesn't know that my paradise prince Xiao Huai Shi is the most soft-hearted and can't stand others bullying the old, the weak and the sick... Let's go, come and play again next time."

Pan Delong said nothing, stretched out his hand and pressed it on the doctor.

The figures of several people suddenly became illusory.

In the last moment, as if inadvertently, the diamond actually fell from his hand...

And it seems to be too careless.

Huai Shi just raised the gun in her hand and aimed it at the old man's face. It happened to be...got out of fire.

In the terrifying roar that shocked the abyss, the tyrannical light burst out from the super-small judgment device. The terrifying beam of light that was enough to defeat the miracle was gathered into a line, tearing half of Pan Delong's face, and then penetrated the cabin, and then flew out obliquely.

It seemed that the sky was also cut by a sharp blade. The hot light kept passing through the sky above the Fire City that had been thrown behind him, and then slowly dissipated.

The screams came to an abrupt end.

They have disappeared without a trace.

Before that, Raymond had already thrown out the flail in his hand. On the iron ball covered with barbed iron at the end of the chain, he suddenly opened a large mouth and swallowed the source bomb that was about to explode into his mouth.

A dull sound.

The rich black smoke spurted out of Raymond's mouth and nose.

"Ahem!!!!"

He choked, wiped his nose, and sucked in the air conditioner: "This is a guy... hesitation, but the smell is really exciting."

Huai Shi's eyes were straightened.

The first time he saw someone swallowing a bomb alive is not dead.

Suddenly there was a burst of surprise.

Why is this guy so good at stomach?

"Normal, normal operation." Raymond wiped his face and must look at the Lord of Flies in Huai Shi's hand with jealousy: "Where did you buy this thing? Can you borrow it to me to play with it? I'll just touch it..."

"You are playing with your horse!"

Beizeb was furious: "Stirsty brother, please stop dreaming!"

Before it continued to spit more fragrance on its mouth, Huai Shi hurriedly stuffed it back into her bag and smiled at Raymond apologetically: "Sorry, it has a little bad temper."

"I'll carve you--"

Before Huai Shi finished speaking, she heard a sharp voice roaring angrily, which turned out to be the flail in Raymond's hand.

A big mouth opened on the hammer covered with barbs and began to curse people... But as soon as he was halfway through, Raymond picked up a table and blocked his mouth.

The two looked at each other, and their awkward expressions suddenly became more subtle.

They patted each other on the shoulders to show sympathy.

Life is not easy...

"It's a pity that I was run away by these bastards."

Before going to comfort the students and clean up the mess, Huai Shi couldn't help but sigh.

"It doesn't matter."

Andrea calmly blew out the flames at her fingertips, full of malice: "It seems that only Ivy League will attack... Sneak, when I went to bomb the group of little bitches at Imperial University, they were still in preschool."

“…”

Huai Shi's expression twitched.

Is it so crazy that your academic circles persecut each other?

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Above the endless sea of ​​fire, the eternal black cloud suddenly turbulently, and a huge scarlet airship broke through the clouds.

In the living room inside the airship, after a flash of flash.

The members of the troupe suddenly flashed, and then Pan Delong fell to the sky, and hot blood gushed out from the charred wound on his head.

The mask is broken.

Hardly hurt!

No, it should be said... it is not far from death.

Just one blow.

The scholars who rushed up to rescue immediately took a breath: If they hadn't come back quickly, they would have died in half a minute.

"Don't panic, leave a few people to give me first aid first, Harry Quinn also needs surgery-"

Pan Delong, who should have died immediately, now said, "Doctor, go and report to the vice principal, and other teachers should be waiting, don't delay."

"Since the Ivory Tower has requested reinforcements, it is not enough to rely on our second batch of support. We should organize the third phase of reinforcements immediately. No matter what, the Duskland cannot fall into the hands of the Ivory Tower, otherwise our efforts over the years will be in vain."

At the end, he looked gloomy: "Also, remind the vice principal to be wary to prevent the ivory tower from attacking chickens..."

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The pen dipped in water and shook it and moved it away from the screen.

A face looked down and approached, frowned: "The word "attack" of 'attack' is wrong... Forget it, make do with it, it's time for the exciting little monster to appear."

So, the manuscript I just drew from the drawing board.

Not far away, the heat of countless lava evaporated, and the sound of airships whistling past came from above, gradually fading away.

On the stone mountain, the sketching painter hummed a song and flipped through his own material book, swept his fingers one by one from the setting pictures of the huge monsters, and finally stayed on a monster that looked like a wolf or a dragon.

"Ahhh, this is the inspiration for Witch Night!"

The main lecturer of the oil painting class from the Tower of Ivory, Kelly Christian, who played the temporary guest role in the cartoonist, nodded happily and picked up the brush again-

So, in the violent sea of ​​fire in the distance, a pair of huge pupils slowly opened.

It's hungry.

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Since then, no accidents have happened.

I have not experienced any storms and waves. The only problem is that hesitation deepens the depth of hell, and many students have allergic reactions.

However, this is not a big deal for the sublimator. It is like altitude sickness. It will be cured for about one or two days of cultivation. If it doesn’t work, it will be done with an oxygen bottle and some medicine.

In this way, about forty hours later, the train successfully passed through the two-story boundary gate and road markings, and appeared in the dilapidated temporary station.

They arrived early.
To be continued...